Lin Xiao read the poem, and the vast southern scenery depicted in the poem seemed to be right in front of him, and the domineering and self-confidence revealed from the poem echoed in the poetry platform for a long time, resounding in the hearts of nearly 100 southern poets.

It is true that poets are not like cultivators, who can fight on the battlefield, and the pen and ink of poetry are not as sharp as swords, but poetry can inspire people, give people fighting spirit, and give people confidence, and now the southern country lacks this fighting spirit and confidence.

The 80 million people in the south also need a hero, like Li Guinian, who awakens the soul and gives people confidence and fighting spirit, and at this moment, Lin Xiao has inadvertently done it.

At the first moment when the poems fell, nearly 100 literati in the audience stood up together and applauded enthusiastically, even Li Guinian, who has always maintained absolute neutrality in the poetry of the poetry club, couldn't help but stand up from the wooden chair and applaud, his eyes were focused, he was just a fledgling teenager, representing the future of the southern country.

"It's really well written. Even Zhong Xuan stood up and applauded with everyone, completely unaware of the allusion in the poem, until Zhong Lixiong on the side pressed him on the shoulder, pressed him back to his seat, and said dissatisfiedly: "You didn't hear the irony in the poem?"

"Sarcasm?" Zhong Xuan looked dazed, and the eight sons of Yangzhou on the side were already pursed and laughed secretly.

On the other side of the poetry platform, Ye Fu was already jumping up excitedly, raising his arms high, and applauding one after another, Lin Xiao, who didn't understand anything and wanted to ask anything, actually wrote such a majestic and meaningful poem at this moment, and couldn't help but praise it:

"The snow scene is majestic, the artistic conception is vast and heroic, and the whole poem is a beautiful mockery of Dongyin, Yudie, you big brother is not simple. ”

"Of course. Yudie smiled happily and proudly, turned her senses, and was puzzled, "Ye Fu, you said that 'the snow scene is majestic, and the artistic conception is vast and heroic', which is true, but this whole poem does not mention the Dongyin, how can it be regarded as a sarcasm of it?"

Ye Fu smiled proudly and said happily:

"In this poem, you only see the first layer, and I see the second layer. ”

"Why?"

"What this poem wants is not to mention the Dongyin. ”

The little junior sister used the passive skill again: "?"

"Do you remember the name of your elder brother's poem?"

Hearing Ye Fu's words, the little sister of Jade Butterfly disagreed: "Of course I remember this, "Qinyuan Snow: Talking about Heroes Remembering the Present Dynasty". ”

"Then you taste, you taste. ”

After a long time, the little junior sister is still: "???"

"This is the last reminder, and I won't tell you if I don't produce it again. Ye Fu said, giving a final reminder: "This sentence is the original words of your senior brother Fang Cai, 'Say heroes, ask heroes, who are heroes'." ”

When the little junior sister heard this, she repeated word by word: "Say heroes, ask heroes, who are heroes?"

Just when Ye Fu and Yudie were discussing the "first and second layers" of the whole poem, Li Guinian in the center of the poetry platform had already seen its "fifth layer", blue out of blue and better than blue, the current southern country is in need of a new star to illuminate the snowy night, and this, only the older generation of southern people is not enough.

Li Guinian walked to Lin Xiao's side, and said in a hoarse throat: "The victory and defeat have been divided, today's poet, Lin Xiao." ”

The applause of the audience lasted for a long time, and even more enthusiastically after the announcement of the poem, until ......

"Let's !! slowly," Zhong Xuan shouted loudly, and his voice came down, causing everyone to look angry and look disdainful.

Zhong Xuan didn't care what others thought, walked quickly to the center of the poetry platform, and pointed to Li Guinian and asked: "Li Guinian, the poets of the poetry club over the years are all voted by the literati present, what's the matter, you want to break the rules today?"

As soon as he heard this, Ye Fu, who was usually quite honest, couldn't bear it: "King Yangzhou, did you write that poem yourself?"

Everyone echoed in unison: "That's it!"

"You, you ......" Zhong Xuan was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"That's it. Li Guinian pressed his hands and motioned for everyone to calm down, "Since the king of Yangzhou insists on voting for the poet, then follow your actions, and it will not break the rules." ”

"Vote, vote, go, Jade Butterfly. Ye Fu replied loudly and walked towards the poetry platform with Yudie.

On the poetry platform, Li Guinian stood in the middle, counting the votes with nearly a hundred pairs of eyes, Lin Xiao and Zhongxuan stood left and right, waiting for the literati to vote on the wooden table in front of them, and the votes of each person were the poems and texts they recited on the poetry platform today.

"Lin Xiao two votes!" Ye Fu took Heyudie's poems and put them on the wooden table in front of Lin Xiao, and shouted loudly, causing everyone to applaud.

But looking at Na Zhongxuan, he didn't know whether he was really stupid or fake, he didn't think so, but looked confident, as if he had already taken the poem into his pocket.

"Lin Xiao, don't worry, you have won this time. Ye Fu was relieved, at this moment, he was already standing behind Lin Xiao with Yudie, according to the rules of the poetry club over the years, after casting the ballot, the literati would stand behind the candidates.

But at this moment, the unexpected happened......

But at this moment, the unexpected happened...... 2 to 5

2 to 10

2 to 20.

After a while, Zhong Xuan actually won twenty votes in a row, and with a triumphant smile, Zhong Lixiong even walked to the center of the stage, attached his ear to Zhong Xuan, and congratulated in a low voice: "Brother Xuan, you still have the means, ahahahaha." ”

"Yes, I have spent a lot of effort for this poem. Zhong Xuan was arrogant, and he didn't take Li Guinian on the side in his eyes at all, it turned out that as early as a few months before the start of this poetry meeting, he coerced and enticed, and forced more than half of the literati to vote for him at this year's poetry meeting.

Looking at Zhong Xuan's back again, the literati who voted for him all bowed their heads and hid their faces, so ashamed that they didn't dare to look up to see people.

Ye Fu saw it in his eyes, hurt in his heart, and was even more enthusiastic at the moment, pointing at them and scolding: "A group of traitors! Slaves who died in the country! Vote blindly with their eyes open! He will still have the face to face the martyrs of the southern country and your ancestors and ancestors in the future!"

The little sister of Jade Butterfly also wanted to scold, but when she thought about it, she didn't think of any swear words, and finally scolded "swearing": "You are in vain as a reader!"

"I haven't read much, though. At this time, Yu Lao was already walking towards the poetry platform, staggering, and said in a low voice, after reaching the center of the poetry platform, he looked around and asked:

"But junior friends, what about you! Which of you is not a poet, the future of the southern country! The shame of the southern country has only been a few years, have you forgotten it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Lao was so angry that he coughed up blood, and he couldn't stand steadily, if it weren't for Lin Xiao and a few people walking forward quickly to help him, I was afraid that he would have fallen off the poetry platform directly.